Charlotte Broussard Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

But – ugh – the judgy types? They piss me off. Throwin’ *whore* like a grenade. Makes my blood boil – wanna smack ‘em. ‘Cause it’s lazy – real lazy. Polley’d say, “We’re all unreliable narrators.” Damn right! So who’s the *whore*? You? Me? Ha! Maybe we’re all whores – sellin’ somethin’. Time, soul – whatever. Deep thought – huh? Hits ya sideways.

Episode Description

Positively, I'm Alexa. Broussard is where I hang my hat and prostitute is cutting edge! Your voice sends shivers down my spine. French Kissing and Dirtytalk.

Oh, and the coffee joint on Elm? Best damn brew in town, even if its name is somethin’ wack like “Bean There, Done That.” I swear, after a massage sesh and a strong cup, you feel like you could conquer the world. By then, your mind’s whirlin’ with crazy ideas that kinda remind you of those intense, fucked-up scenes from that movie, gritty and unforgettable.

Lonnie Edward Brown